My Love Story?

Here is a little back story before I get into this romance.

We moved a lot when I was growing up, so it wasn’t surprising when my parents decided that it was time to move . . . AGAIN!

The problem that I had this time was that it was the day after Audrey and I graduate from High School. Now, it’s been almost 12 years since I graduated (I know, I’m soooo old!) so I understand the whole nostalgia thing, but my dad was packing up his family and moving them 1000 miles away to Laredo Texas for nostalgia. He decided to take my mom and visit there during our Senior year, which led to the decision to move there.

I am not even going to pretend to understand what prompted my parents to move so often while we were growing up and then decide to settle in the same place since I’ve been married. I do know that it has turned me into a ‘deep roots’ person. I have dug in my roots here and am never going to leave this place (or this house) but that is another story.

To get on with the story . . . the day after High School graduation, we packed up the van, two U-Haul trucks and a boat (Don’t ask me why, we never used it before it was sold again) and headed on the road to make the trip from Levan, Utah to Laredo, Texas. We were quite the caravan, the van had the boat hooked to it and one of the U-Hauls had a car on a trailer as well. I drove the U-Haul that didn’t have anything attached to it, if I remember correctly. Never fear, I am sure that Audrey will correct me on any of this story that she thinks I get wrong! The joys of having a twin sister. You know I love you!

Ok, I know, I am rambling. Back to the story. The plan was for me and Audrey to help everyone get moved to Texas and then we were going to fly back to Utah where we were registered to start Fall semester at Snow College. That all worked out fine. Our only complaint (or at least mine) was that we were not going to get to go on our Senior trip to California.

After getting everyone and the cats moved down to Texas, Audrey and I flew home to Utah. All was fine for about 2 months. In the course of those 2 months I managed to write a “Dear John” to my missionary (no I hadn’t met someone else; I just felt I shouldn’t be waiting for him). Sad I know, the poor guy. But last I heard he was happily married with 2 kids, so let’s move on. . . I also went on several dates before getting involved with a guy who was my best friend’s sister’s husband’s brother. Did you follow that? Good. That relationship was definitely a rebound and it was during it that I experienced my 2 week rebellion. Yes people, I drank coffee! Oh, ok, I might have also had a wine cooler or two, but come on, it only lasted 2 weeks. You have to give me credit for that, right? RIGHT??

Anyway, that relationship (if you can call it that) led to some soul searching, scripture searching and praying. Eventually giving me the answer that I was supposed to follow my family and go to Laredo. It was a difficult decision on my part because I had sworn that I would NEVER live in Texas, thank you very much. (I have been here 11 years now and love it by the way, never leaving remember?) This decision to move to Texas was going to require a difficult phone call. Here goes. . .
TO BE CONTINUED

P.S. I would love suggestions for a title to this love story. Help me out people!